J Solitude

Winter came faster than expected. She wasn't prepared. She shivered uncontrollable, as she walked past the house she had called home.

11 years had gone by so fast and for once she had managed to find that elusive feeling of contentment.Although, she yearned for more....she yearned for life itself, as if she had , prior to that profound epiphany been living in a vacuum.She knew, yet again, one of her self distraction phase was nigh.

This time it was going to be different... 3 days earlier she had decided to live and let live, to be whimsical in decision making, to be silly, carefree and abit impulsive.

Her well structured life felt too restrictive and conventional. She needed to upset th...

Letters after dark...
Where ink hits delicate paper and the writing is so caligraphic, rhythmic, with quaint delicate tender strokes, others curvy, bold, light...placing emphasis on each alphabet.

Letters in the dark...
Written by this cold wanting heart...
In search of adventure, thrill or maybe something more real.
Like the warmth of two beings so deeply connected in body,will and the zeal...
To explore within the core of their existence.
As if the intimacy could reach further deeper than just the flesh....burrow deep into the soul...with each skilled thrust.

Letters in dark...
Where alphabets get distrorted...
Not by carefully uttered words but
Incoherent phrases of pleasure.
Black...

My body has become unashamedly addicted to your sexy masculine weight, over it!My thighs long to be touched,sensually,softly by your ever tender hands,my pulse rise at the anticipation of you inside me...my heart leaps in joy for what I feel inside is real.
Love won't let me wait...and lust always-always accompanies it.
Love won't let me wait for you to say those words....love hates conventional and it's idea of you and me together is a combination of humiliating dates where my heart wishes to scream 'i love you' but my tongue just won't co-operate.Love is stupid, love is kind and love will hurt you soon.
Love won't let me wait...

I wish you'd see piercing look in my eyes every time we talk and suddenly you have more interesting things to do....i wish you knew how it feels to always be the one yearning for more.
If only you knew how it feels to hold on the line,wanting to hear your voice more n more....wanting to peek into your soul and heal the wounds,maybe understand the trail of scars and finally figure out what would make you whole...N happy.

You think I talk too much, probably think I complain too much.
But this will not be for so long
My back might eventually break and I won't be able to carry this weight of love anymore.
It's quite a nice feeling when you-know you are loved n desired...but it will hurt you too...

I have thought-out telling you this...replayed it in my mind a million and one times.

I've wondered what your reaction would be...I've felt my heart crush at the thought of rejection.I have cringed in those moments of solitude when my heart whispered 'i love you' and somehow your voice said 'thank you'
I have lived a thousand years in this fantasy where you and I are one.
Where I can call you up n say I love you hun and you'd say you loved me-more...with a smIle.